Meanwhile, Putzy's at a psychic, who says a whole bunch of psychic stuff. Putzy makes a menacing face.
Le Damfino Hotel. September 21. Scully does paperwork while Bruckman waxes rhapsodic about room-service pie. Room service does rock, yo.
Back at the Doomed Psychic's, the psychic tells Putzy that Putzy is very confused -- that nothing makes sense to him; that he doesn't know why he does the things he does. But his confusion will come to an "abrupt" end with the arrival of a woman: "A blonde, or a brunette. Maybe a redhead."
Speaking of redheads, back at Le Damfino, Scully is taking off her shoes and settling in for a heart-to-heart with Bruckman. "Can you see your own end?" she asks. "I see our end," he says, very seriously. "We end up in bed together." Bruckman apologizes as Scully hides a smile. "I don't mean here, this bed," he clarifies. "I see us quite clearly, in bed together. You're holding my hand very tenderly, and then you're looking at me with such compassion, and I feel...tears are streaming down my face. I'm so grateful. It's just a very special moment neither of us with ever forget." Scully smiles down at her bare feet, and then up at him. "Mr. Bruckman," she says, "there are hits, and there are misses, and then there are misses." In other words, if I'm not sleeping with that white-hot hottie I work with, there's no way I'm going to get it on with you. "I just call 'em as I see them," Bruckman explains.
Elsewhere, Putzy says tell the Doomed Psychic that he's the best fortune teller Putzy's ever been to, and that everything Doomed Psychic has said has been correct. Doomed Psychic points out that he has one more card left. "That's your card," Putzy says, as he turns it over. It's the Death card. Doomed Psychic blanches although, as a Tarot expert, he really ought to know that the Death card doesn't mean literal death, as much as it means great change. Anyway.
Hotel. Scully and Bruckman are playing cards. Bruckman comments that he can't believe Scully doesn't want to know how she dies. A knock comes at the door, and before Scully goes to let Mulder in, she turns to Bruckman and looks him right in the eye. "All right," she says, "how do I die?" They look at each other. "You don't," he says. Scully stares at him for a moment, and then goes to answer the door. Before he comes inside, Mulder tells her that the lab got back to them on that fiber, and that she's not going to believe it. "Chantilly lace?" Scully asks. "You know what I like," Mulder quips.